Trucks are for sissys…

“Never underestimate the ability of women to move furniture.”

That is a statement I declared many years ago when I was expecting Jessy and was about 8 months along and bored to tears in our little cramped San Diego apartment and full-on with the nesting instinct and I managed to move all our furniture around when Steve was at the Navy base during the day.

I never hurt myself, I just used leverage and persistance and of course, the odd passer by or friend.

But now I think I must ammended my quote to…

“Never underestimate the ability of a woman to OVER LOAD a car with free stuff found on Craigs’s List…”

HAHAHAHA…..

Just one more sleep until the livestock auction.  I promise a full report and pictures at the end of the day.  I already have my hens named.  I Am READY.

These are not my chickens.  Please excuse this gratuitous random picture of a hen and roo…  I shall be dreaming about chickens all night long… IF I CAN SLEEP…  And shoot, wouldn’t you know, they scheduled the end of the world for tomorrow!  Dang nabit.  I hope it’s like in the afternoon, so that folks in the west coast don’t get jipped outta part of the last Saturday of their lives as they knew it.  Then at least I can get my hens for a few hours before all heck breaks loose.

And just in case they are wrong about that end of the world thing, which I am pretty much hoping is the case, since we JUST got our dream farm and I spent all evening unloading the car and such…  see you tomorrow!!!!

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It was a car and chicken day!


(** Note to Scott, our new car guru…. It’s probably not a good idea for me to sit and watch you fix the car with my phone or any other photographic machine because I’m pretty much assured of snapping a shot and showing like 500+ people in my blog. Haha… But… which one is Scott and which is his friend??? I’ll never tell! hahaha)

Well, it was super chilly and rainy in the morning, AGAIN… but thankfully by the early afternoon and when I took Blue over so he could finish up that brake line repair, it was starting to get a little nicer. Thank goodness! This rain and cold and gloom was really getting to me. I pretty much laid in bed with kitties and doggies and whinned about it to my friend Donna until she told me ah, she had to go, bye! Haha… yeah, well, it’s been super cold and gloomy and the house is COLD… Hardly gets about 50 degrees in here! Maybe 55 with the kerosene heater blaring. That kind of day in and day out cold just sort of wears you down.

Anyway. I hear that the next couple days are supposed to be FANTASTIC!!! Yeah team! I soooo need a few good days!

Blue is all fixed. All new brake lines down to the back and whoa Nelly… what a difference! The first real stop I made going home nearly knocked me out on the steering wheel because it stopped so fast and I wasn’t used to it! Haha… It feels so much nicer to have real working brakes. He said it looked like the driver side back brake had dried up and wasn’t hardly working… he got it all lubed up and functioning good again. The other side was fine. Just one of those things I guess. He said salt and water just tears those metal lines up eventually and well, it is a 13 year old car, so it was probably one of those things that was bound to happen. I’m just glad it is done.

I was sitting there thinking how cool it was to have found a great mechanic like Scott. As I sat and watched and we talked a bit, he had friends and his grown kids and younger kids all coming and going from his garage. Neighbors tooting their horn and waving, and just all sorts of really good vibes. It was cool. He is blessed for certain. He just got called back to work as a millwright and he’s glad, but he still likes helping his peeps with their cars and such. Heck, one fellow even stopped by with his lawn tractor and he started to help Scott with my car. He’s in the picture above. I like that, it’s awesome to see people all just being so good and supportive of each other. And treating everyone decent. There is no doubt in my mind that Blue threw that flat at us for a reason. To get us in touch with Scott. And to give us a little peace of mind in our new hometown. Now we know that if we’re ever in a car fix, Scott’s the guy to call. He even has a friend with a wrecker! And he’s coming to get Gunnar in a few days and see if he can get that beast running for me. How cool is that?

This is Maggie’s truck.

Maggie has loved this old truck since the first time we saw it back in January. It’s about 4 miles from our house. Sitting in the weeds, in a field.

Maggie has been dropping hints that she likes this truck. Just about every time we drive by it. And often when we talk about our various farm plans and enterprises, she brings up the truck. She digs old things. Her bike is an old Schwinn from the 50s. She is my nostalgia collector.

Well, I finally got the hint. And I talked with her Dad about it while I waiting on Blue. We kind of came to the decision that we should find out more about it and then see what might happen, and encourage her to save up some cash, and to do a little research and perhaps move ahead on some of her money-making ideas.

So, I stopped on the way home from Scotts and found out more about it. It’s a 1966 Ford 1 Ton pickup. It doesn’t run, it did, but something is up and they think it threw a rod, so basically, it’s not running. It’s all there. Just doesn’t run. The body is in really good shape, which surprised me for such an old Ford. Very little apparent rust. Good tires, and a great wood panel insert back bed area. Guy said the fellow was asking $800 or best offer. Hmmm. He seemed to imply that it would be had for less and I’m thinking $500 – $600 cash would probably seal the deal.

I have to agree with Maggie, it’s a sweet ride. Sure, it needs help, but could you see it all polished up and painted with a great Windhaven Farm logo on the driver side door? And could you see the glow in that kid’s face after she works for a good long time to get it running? She can use her egg and craft money to get parts and have stuff done to it. She has been telling me she wants to learn more about being a mechanic. She was really fascinated by the junk yard and working on the tires and all. I think she’d be pretty good at that.

Well, neither of us parents at the moment have the cash to just go and buy the thing. If you hadn’t noticed, we just pretty much rounded up EVERY single dime we all had to buy a FARM outright… hahaha… So, as I see it, no one has bought it yet and I was the first one to even stop and ask about it in over 6 months. So, I told Maggie, if it’s to be, it’s to be and we’ll just start saving. And she can get started on her various enterprises and of course, if we get some quirky windfall, or business is good, then we’ll do our best to get that truck before too long. Even if we just got it and parked it out in a pasture for a bit, hey, we’d be like most of the other people in the village… with old dead vehicles in their yard!

Plus you’d have to agree, even dead, it would make a great photography prop, now wouldn’t it?

Well, I got home and told Maggie all the details and then we decided it was time to go and start on the chicken barn. I’ve been reading this awesome book by Joel Salatin called You Can Farm. And one chapter and bit of wisdom that just SLAPPED me in the face was that you should forget about doing everything super cute and fancy and expensive when it comes to farming and your animals and all. As he puts it, livestock could care less if you bought expensive lumber for their shelters or used reclaimed or recycled things or even volunteer trees from your property. They care only that it shelters them and keeps them safe and warm. And he says, don’t always think that you have a build something for future generations. Reality says that your children’s children are probably not going to be using your chicken tractors you made back in 1973. In fact, they will want to be doing something else, or something different. So design inexpensively and creatively.

As I might have mentioned before, we do have a little “chicken coop” on the estate. But it’s all run down and needs a lot of help. The “yard” is awful and full of junk and weeds. There is tumbled down fencing and wood and junk in there. So we decided that our beautiful 20 x 30 foot steel pole barn would be a PERFECT chicken palace! Ready to use, secure and safer. And bigger. And I thought, why should be buy a cattle or hog panel for the doorway when we have all this junk fence over at the old coop! Thank you Joel!!! So Maggie and I wandered over and of course, found a PERFECT piece, nice and tall, that would work wonderfully!

We stapled one side to the inside of the barn wall, with big heavy fence staples. And on the other side, we put in three big sturdy hooks from our stash. So now, you can pull the fence nice and taunt and hook it on the hooks when you want to open up a big door and give the flock air and sunshine, but you’d like them to stay in the barn for awhile. Like in the morning, when they are laying. Once everyone is done, in the early afternoon, you can just unhook it and let everyone out to free range in the woodlot or pastures.

My garden will be fenced, thank you very much. Haha… don’t really want the ladies to eat up all the little plants! Of course, once everything gets growing, they might get little special passes to visit for a bit and help me de-bug everything!

Maggie strung up my waterers and feeders from the rafters. Dingo had to check them out. Gypsy was pretty perplexed by it all but excited.

I had a big bale of shavings for the ladies, to give it a nice soft ground cover over the dirt and something to scratch through. I probably need another bale.

Jack and Luna are so funny! They absolutely love being out back and in the buildings and such. They trot along with the old dogs and us as we do things. Jack is checking out the feed room, which is very nice. It has counters and hooks on the wall and all manners of nice things. It will be a great place to keep our chicken supplies. There is power out to the barn, so that is nice.

After all, there is a TV antenna on the side for them to watch their favorite shows.

I love this shot of Luna. I just happened to catch her out on the old foundation, watching in the back pasture at something of interest. She just adores being outside most of the day. Jack is her ever present sidekick. I remember back at the Moby when Luna was like Jack’s worse problem, she was always wanting him to be her best buddy and he had a rep to maintain with all the other ladies. But now, out here in the wilds of our little village, Jack has Luna and Luna has Jack. And each of them dislikes the wild orange tiger that prowls the back lot.

I was thinking about the orange kitty, which we haven’t come up with a decent name for yet, just “Orange Kitty”. I think I’m going to start putting out some kitty chow out by the barn, perhaps a bit off, in a little sheltered area. See if O.K. finds it and starts eating it. I would rather give O.K. that, then to have he or she stalks my hens. Or my chicks when we get to that stage. For some odd reason, I’m not worried about Jack and Luna, nor the old dogs. But O.K., I’m pretty sure O.K. is feral or at least a stray. She might like a little chicken dinner out of a pullet or chick.

She’s kind of small and defensive, so I’m thinking it’s a she. I could be wrong, of course, as I have only seen O.K. once and Jessy, twice.

Of course, Dixie and Topaz would much rather stay in the house, thank you very much.

The clouds this evening were amazing. Huge and dramatic. I saw a giant thunderhead when I was coming back from the repair. I really must remember to bring my camera whenever I go out! I have missed so many amazing shots!!! For some reason, the picture was not nearly as amazing as real life… it was bright and blue and stunning with all the clouds. I hope these clouds represent a changing weather pattern that will bring us an amazing weekend! Yeah!

I know that lately, I’ve been talking more about Maggie, as she is my companion in all things farm. But I must brag on Miss Jessy a bit. She has been so awesome with sticking to orders and working in her wonderful big office that she loves! She is the house gal, she likes the outside, but she really likes doing her business and all too. She hangs out with the calico kitty girls and digs her Ipod music and is very happy in her work. After all, she loves rocks and minerals!

And she’s learning to cook. A lot of awesome stuff. She likes that a lot too. She made her first whole roasted chicken tonight. With a garlic and honey rub and just slow roasted and super tender and moist! And some mashed potatoes and these sweet carrots with butter and brown sugar… oh my gosh! Maggie and I were all hot and dirty from our labors and we come in to smell this delish dinner waiting for us! We were through the shower in record time and ready to eat! It was so wonderful! We just have to get a dining room table and some chairs and we are off and running!

We have a table coming soon from their Dad. It’s funny, it’s the first big country table that we bought as young married people. And now it’s coming back to the farm! That is so cool. The chairs are gone or being used, but the table is too big and too country for his tastes and so, it’s being dismantled a bit and brought out to live here! I can’t wait. We haven’t had a real dining table in years! Just didn’t have the space.

Now to find some chairs at a few good garage sales and we are in like Flinn!

Well, that was the day here… tomorrow we’re building our roost and a couple nest boxes and like Joel says, we’re going to make them ourselves. So far, we have spent $10 for the waterer and feeder and $5 for a bale of shavings. The local feed store has buy 2 get one free bags of feed, so I think I might go and check that out later on. And Saturday… is the Hillsdale livestock auction!!! Poultry sales start at 9 am! Can’t wait!!!!!!!

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Thank You Gentle Readers…

Sometimes you have a few days that are pretty durn tough. I mean “slap you in the face, make you stumble, prolly even bring a few hot tears of frustration to your weary eyes” kind of tough days. . . I was having a few of those last week. Had plans for the weekend to go exploring and we get in the car and we have NO brakes. Well, just stomp all the way to floorboard and kinda drift to a stop sort of brakes. The ones that make you immediately think… master cylinder.

Why is it called the Master Cylinder? Are there slave cylinders? Or any other cylinders at all? Sounds little pompous to me. Haha. But I digress.

Tough days.

Everyone has them, no one is immune. Days that just don’t seem to go the way you planned, or even imagined or hoped. Just sort of days that you’d really like to go and get back in bed and reset the day. Don’t you wish you could do that?

And it was just raining and raining and raining. And cold. Very cold. Hard to work in a house with no heat sort of cold. I listened to the sump pump kick on every 6 seconds. Yeah. Kind of hard to sleep when you are counting the time between the pump cycles. And thinking that if you lost power… AGAIN… that basement is gonna be pretty darn wet. Sure, it would be nice if I could just peel off a couple hundred for a battery backup. Sure, no problem. But it stayed running fine. And the hail storm only made us loose power for a few minutes, so it’s okay.

This is not the first home I’ve been involved with, so I’m fairly okay with houses being money traps if you let them. I think the real secret is not to panic. And not to rush to things in the middle of the night and such, if you can help it. Turning off the water for a few hours to wait for day rates for a plumber are much better than calling at 2 am for emergency rates. Nearly most things can wait till the light of the day. Okay, a basement filling with water? Time to get that little pump outta the shed! haha… But again, thankfully, it was only the internet that got taken down.

But again, I digress. I don’t need to go into all the details because they are all just little things and getting resolved but still, sometimes in life, when it rains, it pours and days can get ugly fast when that happen. And it’s easy to start feeling the heavy weight on your shoulders when you’re a single mom. Or I suppose a single dad.

Sometimes the thing I miss the most about being married, was being a team. It was US, not ME when it comes to so many things… especially tough days. I have my dear daughters, and yes, they are getting old enough to help shoulder a little of the burden, but still, as a Mom, you don’t want that for your children, ever. You want to be super mom and standing tall through thick and thin, stalwart as the sunrise and strong as hard granite. But with a spouse, or a partner, you can be weak when they are strong, support each other through the whole job. I used to think of a good marriage as a team of big tough Belgian drafthorses. When they plow, there’s a term called “being in the ditch”. One horse is always in the ditch, in the just plowed soft dirt. It’s much harder to pull in the soft turned up dirt. And the one on the hard turf above, he will pull a little harder to make it easier for his ditched mate. And when they wheel around, the roles reverse. The other horse is now “in the ditch”.

Seems to me that’s a fair way to deal with life in general with your mates. Whether they are married to you or good friends, business partners or just your BFF… you pull harder when they can’t. Because you know, in a good matched team, they will do the same for you when you need it.

So some times, on these tough days, when I think I’m all alone… something comes to me and says, no… you’re not. And the odd thing? On my worse day, my day of most worry, waiting on the car and such… the 15th… I had over 1,027 readers on this dorky little blog about a crazy unconventional gal trying to make a homestead for her two kids. Yeah. A thousand people. It completely overwhelms me. And all the comments… I may not get to responding to them all as they come in, but I do read everyone and I just thank God for all the people who took a little time to write to me about something I just put out there and thought I’d share. It’s so wonderful and it makes me just smile so deeply, I’m pretty sure if I keep it up, my face will stick that way for a good 3 or 4 hours.

And sometimes I’ll go and look at the stats. To be honest, I haven’t thought to do it for a good month or more and I was just so surprised… my average daily readership the last month or so is well over 500 a day! Shesh! Crazy! Super fun!

And I get to see some of the super nice things that people say about me on their blogs and websites… I found this and I had to show the girls… haha… it was so nice… and I just love her blog… go and take a look!

http://corninmycoffee-pot.blogspot.com/2011/05/homesteader-me.html

Well, I will report that most of the issues are slowly resolving… and the weekend is supposed to be nice and warm and GOSH DARN IT I AM GETTING MY CHICKENS THIS WEEKEND OR I”M GONNA HAVE A KANIPTION FIT!!!

Honest. It’s not going to be pretty, either, so you might want to skip a post or two if things get ugly.

I want my training chickens. I have everything ready for them. Well, Maggie and I have to make them a roost and a couple nest boxes tomorrow, but other than that, I’m ready. Really Ready. LIke ready for the last 3 or 4 years ready.

Took Blue over to Scott’s house, our new mechanic and drywaller… (yeah, everyone out here likes to wear a few hats… it’s a rural thing.) Had a lovely visit while he worked on the brake line that was rusted out and leaking. He tried to sell me a little old organ in his garage. I had to pass. I’m holding out for my baby grand off Craig’s List. Problem was, once he got the long length under the main body all replaced and snug, and then bled the system a bit and got it ready to test, he found it was leaking up near the back wheel!!!! Agh! Durn it. And it was 3 minutes after closing for the only auto parts store within 30 miles. (Another rural thing… not many places stay open past 6 unless they are like a pizza place or a quickymart…) So I have to go back tomorrow. Not a huge thing at all, because it’s better, just not perfect. We filled it up good and he gave me an extra bottle of fluid to fill her up again tomorrow before I come back. She drove better, but still kind of mushy and weird.

He did a good go over her and she’s pretty sound. Changed out a burnt out blinker bulb. Filled up her water, she was a bit low. Was concerned that she has a little dribble leak in the front that might be a coolant hose, and he’s going to check that again tomorrow. It was hard to tell if it was or not because it’s been raining for oh, 24 days straight and everything is dribbling of late. I feel a lot better knowing that someone straight up and honest is keeping an eye on the old wagon for me. With Gunnar down, Blue has to keep us in touch with civilization. And of course, drive me to the Hillsdale Livestock and Junk Auction on Saturday so I don’t have a fit. Haha.

And don’t tell anyone…. but he thinks the problem with Gunnar is a $34 transmission shifting module. Of course, it’s in a really tight spot and will be a bit of a bear to replace along with the broken transmission mount… but he says if I buy it and pay him a fair price, he’ll change it out and I only got to pay him if it fixes the problem.

I am a gambling lady, so of course, I’m going to take him up on it. Getting it to Larry in Akron is going to cost me over $300. And this fix is less. And if it works, I’m back in the two car business. And if not, I’m only out $34. Sounds like a good deal. He’s going to come get my lawn ornament sometime end of the week. Let’s all think good thoughts, eh? Thanks! (gg)

Okay, I’m rambling… getting late, need to get to bed. It’s been one of those wonky days. Although I did limp home and saw that Maggie had mowed the whole east yard and front and west pasture!!! With a just little walk behind mower. It looked so beautiful in the early evening sunlight. Like a golf course! Such a rich lush green and thick. I can’t WAIT to get that poor child a riding mower. She’s been mowing now every single day. One area at a time as soon as it’s dry enough to try and get a quick cut in. We found an awesome riding mower on Craigslist this morning, but the fellow has not called or emailed us back! Darn! We’ll keep at it. Soon… soooooooon. Her dream wheels are out there. It will happen.

Oh… and Topaz almost caught a mouse! In the house! Through a hole! She’s a toughie for sure! I was so surprised… I heard a little noise and looked over just in time to see her dart her little paw through this little knothole in the wall, in my office. (It used to be an outside porch, so I’m not surprised… and she pulls half way through a little field mousie! Squeeking, I think it bit her paw and she left go and it booked. Topaz was QUITE proud of herself and sat there for about 2 hours waiting for another chance but I think it’s safe to assume that the mousie emergency alert system is in full effect and she won’t have another chance.

And Jack got himself beat up by the field kitty we saw a few weeks ago. A little orange tiger kitty. Jessy heard a little ruckus outside the screen porch and went to investigate. She got there in time to see Jack getting the stuffing beat of him with some little kitty and he was running back into Jessy’s protective arms like a little greased rocket. Since someone decided to take his little front claws out, he’s a little prone to being the picked on one of any kitty gathering. Heck, Evee even likes to taunt him. She likes the Non-Sharp Kitty… as we like to call him. She will get right in his face and Jack will smack her like a drunk prizefighter while Even just takes it with a smirk. FInally Jack will grab her around the neck and try a vampire move on her neck. Which usually lands squarely on her collar and she trots off laughing at the poor kitty boy.

Poor Jack.

Well, soon he’ll have some chickens that will probably treat him easily without much respect. Should be interesting! I’m sure to have pictures!

Well, good night and thanks to everyone for dropping in and checking on us gals here at Windhaven. We really do appreciate it. It’s just nice. Makes me feel a little better on those rough days.

Night!

Sherri

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